Dash is loving standing against things — while holding on. He thinks he is SO big. But this morning, somehow his diaper went loose on one side, and he didn’t act quite so “big”. Instead, our chair got a nice little shower.
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No big deal — Scout was in the room to help out. So I got him a new diaper, and he did the work.
Not too bad.
Although, Scout was so annoyed that Dash doesn’t like to stay still for even a second while he gets changed.
But I taught him the trick….throw a wipe on his face, work quickly as he tries to remove it, use that wipe to clean hands at the end.
Brilliant.
And then Dash does what he is doing best lately — he took off like Speedy Bandito in these awesome Santa Clause diapers that I wish I had for every day of the year — and not just special occasions.
(Please note: Dash has been putting in a lot of hours to get on his hands and knees (vs. the army crawl), and he has made quite the strides. I don’t encourage it, because my motto is “slower is better”. But he’s pretty close to ridding himself of the army crawl all together. And in the meantime, he steals my heart when he gets frustrated and stays on all fours rocking back and forth. Just like Uncle RyRy back in the day.)
Sissy saw Bella doing my lashes.
So she announced that after I was finished, it was her turn.
So she got prepped.
(Notice her black eye — due to running into the corner of the bathroom counter.)
Bella got working.
And Sissy got one extra long lash on each eye.
When she got them, she said, “I love them. It looks like I am a princess.”
But the next day, after one had fallen off, she said, ” I don’t weally like them. I lost one, and they are too wong!”
So I guess that will tame her curiosity for a while.
As we were driving around today, I was trying to get Icka to do something she wasn’t really interested in. So I heard her call from the back, ” You aren’t my real mom anyway.” I said, “Yes, I am.” She said, “No you’re not. Bella is my real mom!” I told her that was boloney. But she then told me, ” Yeah she is because you RARELY take me on dates.”
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Where does she get this stuff?
First there were nerves.
(Because I have been telling him he’s going to have to get a shot in his mouth if he doesn’t brush better.)
Then some exams.
Then checking out their “goodie bags”.
Then scouring for the perfect prize.
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The doctor says:
They have excellent habits, and very healthy teeth.
But poor Scout has two teeth in the back that have problems. In the exact same spot on the upper and lower molars, he has what appear to be like holes. He was a little mystified. But I told him of the fall from the swing, and how I saw him come down and hit his chin really hard. (The reason I called the dentist was because I noticed that his molar looked like it had a big chunk cracked off - and that was one of the teeth in question.) So we think that when he hit, he cracked those teeth — and created holes that now have to be filled.
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So looks like we will be back to the dentist in the near future.
There was a lot of commotion at Sunday’s dinner.
Besides some “stiffies” from Pizza Pete…
…this girl took it upon herself to take on a lot of responsibility.
She became the cleaner for about 30 minutes.
She was obsessed with this spray bottle, and got everything within five feet wet.
When I shooed her away, all was calm.
And then I looked down the hallway to find that Navy had taken on another job.
Hair styling.
Poor, wet and sopping Dash.
When I shooed her away from drenching my baby, she left for .2 seconds
Probably to fill up her water bottle again.
Because she now took it upon herself to hydrate Dash.
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Chaos…commotion…craziness.
Just the way our family thrives.
When Scout and Dash were matching in their grey and white church outfits, I made it a family affair.
Micah wore a grey suit also, but that guy was taking his sweet old time — and missed the photo opportunity.
For a long time, I have wanted to take my kids geo caching.
Kind of nerdy — yes.
Right up my alley — yes.
SO we got on a geo caching website and looked up some Dana Point locations and went to town.
First stop was the community center.
The clue was, “Once upon a time, I was a tree.”
We looked all over everything that was made of wood.
Including this bench that was full of a homeless persons garb.
How classic is Tristen.
What if there was someone sleeping in there?
that would have been the fright of a lifetime.
Tristend finally spotted it (although Micah claims he found all of them first but “let others get the satisfaction of finding them”), but let Scout and Navy retrieve it.
I had never found a cache before, and in time we found out that they com in all shapes and sizes.
Inside there is a log that you sign.
We designated ourselves as “Team Heart Love”.
Then we put it back, along with a little encouraging heart, and let the next people find them.
The next stop was at the “Pilgrim”.
The clue was “Missing Corks”.
Here is Navy signing her name to the heart.
Our final stop was the lookout in Dana Point.
The clue was “The Sky Is The Limit”.
Micah was like a monkey, and checked all over the place.
He searched for quite a while, and he found it — we knew why it took a while.
The cache was miniscule!
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So the verdict goes like this….
I loved it.
The kids had a great time.
Tristen thought it was as cool as I did.
Micah thought it was okay.
(I guess it wouldn’t be as much fun if you were like a magnet to the caches and there was really no challenge!)
And this baby boy is the easiest geo-caching companion in the world!
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Signing off.
Love,
Team Heart Love
minus Tristen
Thanks to Nate — my kids had a great morning full of scooting along.
Our Fourth of July started with this patriotic clan riding their bikes in the parade over in the Tacky’s neighborhood.
Then a stop off at bagels.
Then a drive by the water fight in Dana Point Harbor.
Then some quiet time and nap time while I ran to WalMart time.
Then a little creating time.
And proud children time.
Then four hours of swimming.
Then S’mores time.
Then baths and scriptures while we waited for it to get dark.
Then sitting on our backyard couch while Scout sang “God Bless America” for us time.
Then a salute by Scout and a love from Icka time.
Then Marco Forster’s fireworks display seen from our backyard time.
And then a quick hop in the car to catch the last half of Dana Point’s show from down the street time.
And the grand finale of it all—-
bed time!
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Happy Birthday America
Until Next Year.
Doey came to our house for a few days, and my kids were loving every second of it! Amongst MANY other things (meeting the men and women’s Olympic water polo teams, having fun at the mall, swimming, movie parties, etc.), we spent some time in the kitchen whipping up masterpieces.
Our first undertaking was dehydrating anything we could think of.
We ended up with six types of fruit and four types of yogurt.
It stayed in the dehydrator over night, and we had a huge sampling in the morning.
The verdict — the mango and peach yogurts were great, and the dried bananas were by far the best.
While we cooked, I asked Doey to piece up some bread for Dash.
Then I looked over to see that she really went to town.
Obviously he loved it because he ate everything that didn’t land on his lap!
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The kids love spending time in the kitchen with me, so I tried an easy version of cinnamon rolls. It was a creation straight out of my mind, and I am proud to say that it was insanely good!
Of course my kids helped.
Disclaimer — Although my kids are on the counter, they have washed hands, they can’t taste test, and their feet look closer than they really are.
And more importantly, these were just for our mouths.
Once we spruced them up and rolled/cut them, they were into the oven.
And the finished product tasted as good as they looked.
But the real test was if the kids liked them.
And in honor of a clean kitchen, I sent them to our picnic spot and delivered the rolls out to them.
Navy died over them.
Dash screamed for more.
Nad although I don’t have a picture, Chloe was on board — fully.
Now the real test was and is always with Scout.
He will happily turn away sweets if he isn’t in to them.
But these rolls passed.
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Doey — come back.
My kids want you as their permanent older sister.
And I want your amazing helping hands!
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